10-26-2020, 08:47 PM
A whisper in the wind, a shift in the shadows
There was indeed someone within the shadows, and at Aqorix’s beckoning, he stepped forward. What the colt saw was another colt with light blue patches across his figure. He offers a smile as the other colt steps from the shadows, a universal symbol of happiness that he only knew by instinct. He was grateful for those universal emotions that everyone can feel and display, for without them, who knows if he could have even offered that.
Bran was his name, and Aqorix nods in recognition, the star on his head glistening brightly against its black background. “I am Aqorix,” he says in return. He turns to face Bran, shifting uncomfortably on his hind quarters. A kind of nervousness runs through him. The extent of his socialization thus far had been a brief run-in with a curious stallion who could change his appearance at will. Other than that, Aqorix had only spent his time with his mother until now, so being around others was something different, unique, and he wasn’t quite sure of himself yet.
He wasn’t even quite sure of his personality yet. I mean, he enjoys playing in the leaves, that much was obvious, but being that he hadn’t had much socialization until now, he might find himself to be completely flat and boring, or perhaps he would be too rambunctious and annoying? In an effort to avoid either, he quickly scrambles to come up with something to say, but keeps his voice level. “That’s an unusual marking on your hindquarters. What is it?”
Bran was his name, and Aqorix nods in recognition, the star on his head glistening brightly against its black background. “I am Aqorix,” he says in return. He turns to face Bran, shifting uncomfortably on his hind quarters. A kind of nervousness runs through him. The extent of his socialization thus far had been a brief run-in with a curious stallion who could change his appearance at will. Other than that, Aqorix had only spent his time with his mother until now, so being around others was something different, unique, and he wasn’t quite sure of himself yet.
He wasn’t even quite sure of his personality yet. I mean, he enjoys playing in the leaves, that much was obvious, but being that he hadn’t had much socialization until now, he might find himself to be completely flat and boring, or perhaps he would be too rambunctious and annoying? In an effort to avoid either, he quickly scrambles to come up with something to say, but keeps his voice level. “That’s an unusual marking on your hindquarters. What is it?”
aqorix
@[Bran]